Her break ended all too quickly and she had to get back to work and look over all her facts. She grabbed her four files and then took her time to do so. The huge stack of manila folders and pictures were laid out in front of her on the table.

She also sat in front of her wall and saw the big red question mark she had written as well as the notes she had left herself. The questions she had to focus on. She looked over the reports once again, she couldn't believe that so many girls were going missing, and they never seemed to appear again.

She decided to focus on the questions that she had written last night. The first was figuring out how the girls were the popular ones. She went with her first theory, that the man just happened to stumble upon the girls as they hung out wherever they went. 

He hunted them on that night and simply stumbled upon them. The connection that they were the popular girls was just merely a coincidence. That's what her theory was going to be for now. That the connection which she thought was one, was not.

Question number two, how did he know their favorite scents? Now this was the question that had always stumped her. He had to have been stalking them to know their favorite scents. There was nothing in their profile that would hint at their favorite scents.

Maybe he could bribe their friends one day to tell them or he could have just guessed randomly. But then the girls would have said something about weird smells around them. That was a thought, there was only one logical answer to that. 

She couldn't even think about considering the illogical answers because that would open a number of doors that she didn't want to explore, nor did she want to go down that way. The world she lived in was normal and had no indication of something unnatural.

She moved on to the next question, it was the easiest one. What were they doing with them? He had to be keeping them. That was the only thing that made sense. He was probably using them for ual reasons but he had to be keeping them somewhere. She just didn't know where.

He had to have a place to keep them, she had no idea where that would be though. It would have enough space to keep at least 4 girls, that she knew of and a place for him to upkeep. He had to have access to food and water but still have only one entrance.

This was the logical answer to that question. And now for the biggest mystery, who was he? He had taken all of the girls that were the prettiest and most popular in their schools and he had kept them. What kind of guy could lure a girl who could have any guy in the world?

He had to be attractive, he had to have some charm that he could use against them. There had to be something in his appearance to make them abandon their friends. Maybe he used a ruse with a child to get the girls to help him.

But that would mean they would ask their friends too. Maybe it was a puppy, but girls liked puppies, they would squeal and such. None of the girls made any indication of excitement. In fact, when she watched the security tapes, it seemed like they were just walking out of their own free will.

One second, they were with their friends and the next, they walked away. She had nothing to indicate his personality other than he was a male with high testosterone levels. She sighed to herself, even with all these theories she had nothing to go on for this case and the time was ticking. She could have another disappearance soon.

She headed downstairs as she needed some sugar in her system to keep her awake. She walked up to the barista and Sona smiled at her, "Strawberry danish, Hana?" She asked.

"I really have to start going other places." Hana joked back.

"And make us miss your beautiful face?" Sona said, grabbing a danish and putting it in the toaster to warm it up. She handed Hana the snack as Hana gave her the money.

"Thanks, Sona." Hana said as she took the warm pastry and went to sit outside. As she bit into it, the jam oozed at the corners of .

She wiped it off with a napkin, that was when a thought came to her. What if he didn't have to stalk the victims exactly? If he frequented coffee shops, fast food joints and the mall, then he would be able to notice a pattern of certain girls appearing over and over again. They would get the same thing and he would know their favorites.

Like how Sona knew she only wanted strawberry danishes, no other flavors. 

She sighed, shaking her head though, that theory wouldn't work in the case of Yoona. She never bought fries because of her strict diet to her figure. So the man could never know she liked french fries. The theory would fit with everyone else.

Unless Yoona was not connected and everyone else was. But the M.O was exactly the same.

She smacked her forehead a few times, nope. Now was not the time for the case, she had to eat. She took another bite of her pastry and the comfort of the strawberry jam made her insides warm. She really had to find a way to eat healthy later.

She continued eating happily, the pastry practically gone once she stopped thinking about other things. Her happy interlude was interrupted when her cell phone rang and she finished the last bite of her pastry before answering.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hello, is this Song Hana?" A male's voice said on the other line.

"Give me the phone." She heard Seungyub's voice wrestle with the person before he breathed heavily into the mouthpiece.

"Seungyub, what's wrong?" Hana asked him.

"You know how you gave your card to Yuri? Well, she was giving out our info because you're the only one looking into the disappearances." He started saying slowly.

"MY GIRLFRIEND IS MISSING!" The other male yelled into the phone. She heard his sobs as he broke down.

"Yeah.. He called us first." Seungyub said softly. But Hana wasn't processing the sound on the other line anymore.

It was the call she dreaded, another girl went missing. And she hadn't been able to find the others.

Author's Note;
here is another update ^^ lol.
I hope you guys like this fic :o
guess who is missing now? ;)
here's a hint: Cube Ent.
comments are appreciated <3